Round and round we goThe wheel of fortuneIs everywhereThey all want new carsNew houses New New NewWhen things take priorityAnd continue to be the topAll things can fallJust see it dropWe all know what it isThat makes us feel that wayIt's having to be the oneWho feels that it's the only wayThen she gets sick and cannot pay the billsBut the partner is busy Working the slots and Going to win the big oneSlowly she moves Not wanting to look at All the beautiful thingsThe pool is green and dirtyThe wall to wall TV has nothingThe car that was the first madeShe cannot driveThe everything is lostBy trying one more timeLaying in bed at the hospitalIs all that's left House is gone and the carWell was a victim of theftRound and round we go

Fawn Stitchman

Really raw poem Fawn, I hear your plight. The wheel of fortune can be cruel. If only we had a way of spinning it with more gusto. Taking more control back over where it lands - or ceasing to spin at all.